Cluster Wars -Death Calling-
-The success of the whole defence against luzeal and his rouge army now lay in the hands of three people. Terry, Kane, and the unknown pilot of the Dark Frame.....The Iblis-
Kane looked around him. The moon base was a total mess, salvaging all the rubble would take months, maybe up to years in the current battle. But they had an aim, the blueprints.
"Sir!" another private called out. "look there, that frame..."
Kane looked up, and stared, eyes wide open. The Iblis stood before him, like the god of death toying with its prey before the kill.
"who are you?" kane asked, rather nervously.
"That, is unimportant. What IS important is u take this, and head back to your headquarters before it gets blown to rubble...my friend."
The Iblis handed kane's zied a memory chip, the blueprints. Kane asked no questions, he ordered his squad around, and immediately boosted back to base.
-on Earth-
"Terry......Terry...." Terry could feel his head swirling around him, as the familier voice called out. "S...Shao?" Terry muttered. He saw the familier figure in front of him...looming further and further away. "SHAO!!!!"
He awoke with a start, it had been a dream....Terry found himself in the medical ward, alongside some other injured soldiers. He was seemingly unscathed though.
"you're awake" Called a figure by the bed. "who are you?" Terry asked, the figure looked familier...but....
"Who am I? hahaha, you forget me too quickly my friend"
standing into the light, the figure turned out to be, guess who, Mark.
"whoa...m...Mark?? Arent you supposed to be on the border front?"
"nah, i came back, so, hows it going? your last battle looked kinda rough" mark chuckled. "As it always is around here" Terry replied with a grin.
-At the main SPDA base, Earth-
"GAHHHHH" Shouted another pilot, as his frame was blown to pieces. The battle was not going in The SPDA's favour, until now, that is.
"alright guys, i dunno what you do in training, but if thats your standard, u should go kiss ass" Came a voice.
"who?" Asked mossad, a promising young pilot in the SPDA."Who? Me" The voice replied.
out of the SPDA hangers flew a frame, the majesty of it was inexplicable.
it was fully grey, with blades attached to the back of its arms, much like a ninja, but from the thickness of the frame, you could tell it wasnt built for speed, it was built for power, why? There were four cannons attached to its back.
Alica's swarmed around the frame, drawing their swords. "is that all? EASY!"
The frame swirled around the battlefield, slicing the alica's into half, not a feat for biginners.
"I guess im not rusty at all!" the voice said from within the frame.
"D....Dwight??" Mossad Said.
"yeap! Dwight! Lets get this show on the road!"
"hahaha.....i gave him the blueprints...but i suppose...he wont realise they need the core....the core in you...Iblis...I think...Its nearly time for me...to appear..."
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